Every night the same story finds its beginning deep inside
Like a pale ghost
It stands behind me
An angel for the world
My hideaway hides a memory
Dream is dreaming on
Through the past into the withered awe
Into the dawn of lost stories and faded tales, life is but a blur
Heart sings a lullaby for ones who dared to cherish a wish in bloom
Like a seagull in the sky
Over the sea
Like a dream of midnight
A wish of me
Fantasy wrote sweet lullaby
Beyond the edge in-between cursed and divine
Your fears lying in pale morning light
Withering tears will dwell for the dawn
Another beauty adoring a scent of the night
“Every single moment I drown in your eyes I feel like Phoenix
Dying and rising from the ashes…”
Like a doll in dreamer’s hands
I feel now in safe
Like there are no beginnings and ends
Dawn took all my grief
Diving deeper I feel more alive
Longing for nightingale’s lullaby
Roaring winds won’t break it
My kingdom of Heaven
No cold rain takes my dream
Fantasy write sweet lullaby
Through the past into a withered awe
Linlin's Poetry 